Waiting for a table at a restaurant is not something I’ve missed. But in case I had, today I got plenty of it.
This morning, we went to IHOP for breakfast. That’s a guaranteed wait. They said half-hour. More like an hour later, we got our table. Breakfast had turned into lunch… but I ordered a too-sweet breakfast anyway. Kaitlyn ordered a smiley face pancake and a basket of chicken and fries. I guess she figured out how to make it more of a brunch.
At dinner, the first place my brother’s family wanted to take us had a three hour wait. That’s crazy. That’s as long as Gilligan was supposed to be on that tour. The place we did go, again, claimed a 30 minute wait. After about 45 minutes, they told us they were just waiting for our table to clear. Then they called another big party. I’d had it. And a year’s worth of not being able to tell people what I think all came spewing out at the staff manning the hostess stand. It felt pretty good. Although I don’t know that it got us a table any faster.
Once we did get to order, we were served the reason Americans are struggling with their weight. The portions of everything was huge. Even the kids macaroni and cheese was enough for two adults. I ordered a “stuffed” baked potato and it was more than I could eat.
It was too long a wait and too much food, but the evening was ok. After all, when I ordered a beer the waiter questioned my age.